The miles roll by and your back is wet and the shadows grow so long
it seems a million miles, and a long, long while since you turned that motor on
The three piece suit on the back seat racks gettin shiny from bein used
Maybe tonight at the motor hotel, there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze
A lady who won't sing the blues
verse 2
Your eyeballs twitch and your back is stiff and your leg is in the land of dreams
The order book has an empty look, you feel a little worn around the seams
The padded dashboard radio, crackles the nowhere news
Maybe tonight at the motor hotel there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze
A lady who don't sing the blues
verse 3
Everybody has ambition, everybody has a dream
But everybody don't get to be kings and queens, at least that's the way it seems
You get a sample case and an order book, and a smile for when you feel abused
Maybe tonight at the motor hotel there'll be a stewardess and a glass of booze
A lady who don't sing the blues